The Khorezmian princess:
With the melodies full of glee
Echo sounds of orchestral pieces,
Where spring is unlocking the key
To the garden where winter ceases,
In the shades of the blooming trees –
Oaks, cypresses and sycamores –
I can her your voice in the breeze,
Over dearest lands I soar…
Like the root of the orb that hides
In the bottomless night, your name
Puts its stems in the Baku hearts –
Like a sweet paternal trait…